My pink ballet slippers were a favorite of mine. Lace trimmed the ankle opening where my tiny foot slipped into the soft, leather shoe. My legs were gently wrapped to my knees by the smoothest silk ribbon.
As I danced I could here music where there was none. My twirling showed my gracefulness.
I lie here still wishing that my legs could have help me out of that wheelchair.
Will heaven be as wonderful as I wish? Will my pink ribboned ballet slippers be waiting for me ?
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